Diego was sure that the necromancer had known of their arrival, for each resurrected undead was said to have some kind of spiritual connection to its creator, and hordes of ghouls were coming down the gangway at the end of the trestle. But to be honest, their speed was too slow, Diego and their side had finished a fight, and they hadn't yet stepped up the trestle.

But they will never be able to walk on the trestle more than ten meters away. Because Diego and his party had already rushed up. The shotgun-loaded Death Gaze is like an efficient deck scavenger, and with every shot fired, swaths of living corpses fall, and while the scattered steel balls aren't enough to inflict lethal damage on the undead, they're enough to break their tendons and limbs. Even if the zombies and ghouls that lay on the ground are not completely dead, all the dwarven shield defenders have to do is use their shields to push the undead off the deck like they use shovels.

Instead of rushing into the cabin, they pushed towards the decks of the higher floors. Because if the necromancer hadn't escaped, he must have been at the top of the ship—the bridge on the top deck. For the arrogant mage, hiding inside a cramped cabin is nothing short of torture, even if he has degenerated into a necromancer who lives with carrion and rotten flesh.

Their advance was very fast, and after about ten minutes, Diego and his party had already rushed to the top deck.

Things were not at all as Diego expected, there was no one here, Diego cautiously walked a few steps forward, approaching the lonely bridge, saying that it was a bridge. In fact, it is just a simple little wooden shed. He quickly poked his head out and looked inside, then shrank back. However, there was nothing in the shed. There is only one passage to the lower cabin.

"Do we have to go down?" Standing beside the dark passageway, Masrae couldn't help but shudder. Even with his night vision, he couldn't see what was underneath. All he could smell was a foul stench coming from underneath.

Diego hesitated. He didn't know why the necromancer hadn't shown up yet, if he wasn't on the ship at all, or if he had set a trap underneath it, so they had to jump in?

"Relax, young man. What if there's nothing disgusting waiting for us down there? But isn't that what we're doing? "Dwarves? He turned his head with a big grin, glanced at the Night Elf, and then held his shield in front of him. The regiment threw itself in.

Immediately, there was a muffled sound of objects colliding violently in the passage. But after a few minutes, the sound was gone.

"Are you alright, Blom?" Diego shouted softly down below.

"Cleaned up." He heard the dwarf gasp below.

"Well done, Blom!" Diego couldn't help but praise, he turned his head and looked at the other five dwarves, "The five of you and Guan Haifa stay on the deck. Masrae and I go in! ”

The cramped cabins weren't meant to be overstaffed, and they needed to be guarded.

Diego had a safer way to burn the whole ship on fire. It's not hard to do this with his flares. But he didn't know if there were any surviving humans in the cabin, and if he did, and he ignored them, there would inevitably be a rift in his relationship with the Brotherhood of Defia—a certainty. If there is no chance and expect the big-mouthed dwarves to keep secrets, it is better to pray that the god of the dwarves will appear directly to save people.

Diego and Masrae, who transforms into a giant bear that is better suited to being a spearhead than a cheetah, make their way down to the cabin. Just as he expected. The cabin was cramped, and the ground was littered with pieces of ghoul meat that had been smashed by Blom. Sticky pus splattered all over the floor. There was a disgusting smell of decay and foul odor in the air.

They went around the floor, but found nothing. Except for a bunch of zombies or cannon fodder like ghouls.

It seems that the necromancer is indeed not in this level.

In silence, they continued down the escalator to the lower cabin, all the way to the ground cabin. At first, the road was dark and devoid of any light, but the walls of the corridor gradually began to appear with illuminated torches, and they grew brighter and brighter, and Diego reached out his left hand and pulled down the goggles. But after a while, Blom, who was at the front, raised a hand, and the others stopped. In front of it is a corridor of only a few meters, leading to a wide arch behind which the space is vast and the inside is brightly lit.

"Are my guests finally here? You're so slow, so slow that the afternoon tea I've prepared for you has already cooled. A hoarse voice sneered inside the door.

Well, it looks like this necromancer is ready.

Diego walked straight inside, gun-picking. He doesn't think that there is still room for retreat, and he has to go hard, not to mention, they may not suffer if they fight!

The space inside the door was very large, and it was probably the original warehouse where the Brotherhood of Defia had stocked up supplies, but it had apparently been emptied and arranged to resemble a large hall.

In the middle of the hall is a complex and esoteric circle. The circle is dark brown in color, and it looks like it's drawn with blood. This is evidenced by the few dry corpses casually discarded around the cabin.

On the chair facing the hatch, a human sitting. Seeing Diego and his party walk into the cabin, the human stood up from his chair.

"Good afternoon, everyone, Staven? Mixmanto is here for you! The human, whose whole body was shrouded in mage robes, bent over and said. He looked exactly what Diego had imagined a necromancer: a thin skeletal face, sticky hair, a wobbly body that seemed to fall at any moment, like a burning eye socket! Perennial company of rotting corpses and evil spirits, evil energy and plague have almost eroded all his life force, in him, Diego can't see the breath of many living creatures, maybe the next moment, without Diego and them, this necromancer will swallow his last breath.

But Diego knows that it is impossible, the necromancer has a way to use unnatural means to extend his life, and for the necromancer, death is never the end of life, in the natural disaster war, more than one necromancer of the cursed sect voluntarily gave up his life in order to be strong, and passed some kind of evil? The evil ritual transforms itself into an immortal lich.

Truth be told, the well-mannered necromancer had succeeded in dissuading Diego from the idea of firing a few shots when he entered the house, and he decided to see what the rancid creature was going to do. (To be continued......)